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| Going on a bug hunt |
Jack is 6 now, and he is already a quarter of the way thru Kindergarten. How? I dunno. But it happened. Things have been changing so fast with him that I can't keep up. He jumps off the bus after school and runs off into the yard to play. He showed me how he can swing so high that the swings jerks back and forth. He can even kick the branch in the tree by throwing his body backwards and extending his foot up into the sky. He wants to climb trees, and runs around the yard with an active imagination that I have never before seen from him. His interest in reading has exploded even more, and I find him reading every single thing that he can find. He started driving. He did! I mean it's just a golf cart, but he is pretty darn good at it. I even taught him how to take a shower, but I'm thankful that he is still enjoys getting into the bathtub and playing with his little siblings too. I know our time it limited, but I love seeing their three cute little bods in the tub together :) (sometimes I see how I could possibly turn into the Mom on the Goldberg's. That show cracks me up!)
NonaJane was excited to ride the ponies at Deanna Rose a few weeks ago. We sent a picture of it to her Aunt Nicole who sent back a picture from a year ago with NonaJane riding her horse. It brought almost instant tears to my eyes, as I could barely recognize that little girl from the picture a year ago. How can she have changed so much? So I tortured myself and pulled up some baby pictures of NonaJane... and literally realized that I could hardly remember that sweet baby face. How could I forget? Someday I will be looking at those baby pictures, and won't be able to remember which baby it is... I never understood how our parents or grandparents could ever forget which child it was in the picture. But here I am, my daughter only 3 years old... and yet I'm already letting those memories slip. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of NonaJane in her carseat, or running thru the house and I'm shocked by her beauty. Of course, then she tells me to "stop looking at me!" or "I'm not talking to you" and I'm put right back into my place ;)
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| Your sweet face with what I think is a drool rash... |
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| Your 9 month overalls that are like high waters on you at 7 months.. |
Matthew. My baby, who seems to refuse to be a baby. Turned 8 months old a few days ago. He seems to be "growing like a weed" which never really happened with Jack or NonaJane. Is it fair that at 7 months he should be forced to go to the library in high waters? Well, it's your own fault kid for having ridiculously long limbs. I'm not sure how I am suppose to dress your arms this winter. Baby clothes are all made for babies with short arms. Your monkey arms are too long unless I put you in 12-18 month tops. The same tops that your brother and sister were wearing when they were toddlers! Plus, you already have 5 teeth! They are so darn cute when you give us your goofy grin and shrivel up your baby nose. You still puzzle me with your cock eyed way of holding your head, the way you crawl with one leg hitched up, and how you twist your body in our arms when we try to hold you. You're our strange little one, but amazingly talented. You already wave and clap. You discovered how to cruise up and down the couch last week. You already stand outside my shower door with your sweet little hands banging on the door to hurry me along. Absolutely nothing phases you. Your siblings dump water over your head by the bucket when in the tub, and you laugh. Your sister tackles you and pulls you over backwards from behind. You quickly crocodile roll and attack her with slobbery hands and a drooley face. Have I mentioned your drool??? You drool SO MUCH. You soak several shirts a day.. and the continual stream of drool has soured some of your onesies to the point that I had to throw them away! Your drool also has given your face, neck, and belly a strange bout of a rash. So I lather your face in aquafor or coconut oil and let your go on on your greasy merry way. You still like to play hide and seek (see how I turn that on you instead of saying that perhaps your mom wasn't really watching you as well as I should?). You're getting pretty good at it. I'm thinking I should teach you how to play 'marco-polo' instead. So when I call out, I could hear you and know you're ok? We'll work on that.
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| Preparing for your first bike ride :) |
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